My Deepest Fear (Septiplier)

Chapter 7- Lunch Time Blues

Mark's POV

'I must be blessed or something! I gotta be the luckiest guy in the whole universe!' Mark thought to himself, waiting in the slow moving lunch line, his new favorite person standing right next to him. He loved everything about this strange little leprechaun he shared all his classes with. Everything from his cute laugh to his still entrancing eyes- even his large gages in his ears which, under most circumstances, Mark would normally find disgusting.

'He's just so... perfect!' Mark was so lost in this thought that he almost didn't notice when the lunch-lady asked him what he wanted to eat. "Oh sorry, uh, I'll have stuffed crust, please?" He said, embarrassed for once again being caught thinking about Jack. Little did he know that Jack was having the same problem with thinking about him.

Jack's POV

'He seems to get lost in his thoughts a lot. I wonder what he thinks about?' Jack thought longingly as he got his own food. 'I hope it's about me...' This thought brought a big goofy grin to Jack's face. It seemed really silly and unlikely, but it was still a comforting thought, none the less.

"So where do you normally sit?" Jack asked, much less shyly than most of his previous statements. Talking in art class really helped him get comfortable with Mark, and helped him 'come out of his shell'.

Mark thought for a moment, not sure if it was a good idea to go sit with his friends. 'They were so rude earlier, they might scare him away...' Before Mark could finish his thought, Bob started waving at the pair, motioning for them to come sit.

They made their way to Mark and the gang's usual table, still hesitant as to if it were a good idea or not.

"Why were you just standing there?" Bob asked, confused by his friend's discomfort.

"Oh no reason, just that you guys are dicks." Mark responded saltily, recalling the earlier events once again in his mind.

"Oh come on, Mark! We were just kidding! We know you're still not over-" Wade was silenced with Bob's hand over his mouth.

"Wade, what about not cool didn't you understand?!" Bob scolded, letting go of Wade's face as he did so.

"I said I'm fine, Bob. Let's just not talk about it" Mark said, obviously saddened by the thought.

'What could they talk about to make Mark so sad?' Jack wondered, hoping Mark would be okay. 'It's none of my business, I should just leave it alone.' He thought, trying to push back the urge to ask. Unfortunately, he didn't have to ask at all, because the question would be answered much quicker than expected...

"Mawk?" the strange boy asked, a discomfort that was hard to read spread across his face. Mark froze, fear and sorrow taking over all of his expressions.

The British boy behind him was short like Mark, but not nearly as sexy in Jack's opinion. He had light brown hair, light enough to be mistaken for blonde in poor lighting, and stubble all over his upper lip and chin. His YouTube shirt was mostly covered by a leather jacket, and his eyes were brown and welcoming like Mark's, but not quite as much as they were.

"So who's this cutie?" he said, emphasizing his 'h' in an obviously British way, looking at Jack dead in the eyes as he did so.

Jack scooched back and adjusted himself in his seat uncomfortably, Mark's expression not changing in the slightest. Jack felt an extreme urge to comfort the boy even though he wasn't sure why he was upset in the first place.